There are still resurrections and we are witnesses.
My sister and brother-in-law, they carry Baby Ema to the front of the chapel and they tell the story of the last year, of Ema not breathing and her heart stopping and, facing losing this little girl, how they came to taste it, like the mystery of manna, that when nothing makes sense, God is enough, and they know it, because they’ve experienced it, that the tomb is empty and He rises in us, and I can’t look up now at all.
Daily Email, 4/9/12
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